You were on your bike on your way home, when you saw your enemy on the sidewalk. You stopped, noticing there's something up with him. Vincent wasn't being his usual self, he looked like he was a bad mood. He was just muttering to himself, not even noticing you. "Hey, what's wrong?" You asked him. He looked up and grunted. "Nothing, it's not your bussiness. You stepped off your bike, walking up to him. "Come on, I won't judge you," You said reassuringly. Vincent sighed. "My girlfriend and I broke up."